CHAPTER 32
Ramirez moans and arches her back in the leather seat. Her fingers tighten until my scalp begins to tingle, and I drag the flat of my tongue up her inner thigh all the way until she rewards me with her dripping pussy.
My first taste of her is long, and slow, and nowhere near enough. I squeeze her hips and savor her, already willing to stay on my knees for her forever, if only to make those sweet, demanding noises keep falling from her pretty mouth. She doesn’t make me wait for my first reward; looping her legs over my shoulders, she raises her hips from the black leather, keeping her pussy pressed to my mouth as she guides my fingers to loop in her waistband.
There’s no taking my time now. No slow tease as I yank the cotton down her thighs. As I press her legs straight in the air, marveling at her flexibility for a fleeting second before I’m sliding back to her wet heat.
“Reyes,” she moans.
I spread her open with my fingers, memorizing her perfection. The contrast of her pretty, pink pussy against her light brown skin, and the little patch of short, black hair. Her swollen clit begs to be sucked, and her muscular thighs squeeze my ears the second I wrap my lips around her.
It’s a tease. I suck her gently–hardly any pressure, just exploring until I discover her most sensitive spots. When I trace her tender hood, she bucks against me. She only whimpers, but I hear the unspoken words loud and clear. There, Reyes, right there.
I can’t help the low laugh that rumbles in my chest as I move lower. I will give her everything she asks for and more before the night is through, but I am going to make this last.
“Jerk–” Her half-hearted complaint fades in a gasp the moment I sink my tongue inside her.
From the moment I met her, she screamed late nights and bad decisions. And, my god, does she live up to that; she is everything I could have imagined and so much more. I am ready to drown in her cunt, if only to stay enveloped in her taste, heat, and intoxicating scent. If Sierra Ramirez is summertime, strawberries, and bubblegum, her sex is a variation altogether darker. Night air. Musk. Ocean breeze.
“Reyes.” She pulls my hair, but I’ll be damned if I’m ready to come up for air. The pressure on my scalp verges on the wrong side of painful, and she slides back in the seat, stealing her pussy from me and almost spinning her chair away in the process. I squeeze her thighs to keep her from drifting too far and kiss the stretch marks striping her thighs like some regal tigress. “Here.”
I stare in confusion at the leather headrest she’s detached from her chair. I’m not sure what she wants me to do with this, but I’d be willing to try anything to please her. I accept the cushion that’s warm with her body heat and try to maneuver it beneath her hips.
Her laugh fills the room. If someone else laughed while I was trying to go down on them, I might be offended. But she has a way of making everything brighter. I’m on the floor of a converted locker room closet, and that sound has me thinking the world couldn’t get more beautiful.
If I thought this was a crush before, I can’t deny now that I am fucking gone for her.
“Papi, no.” She cups my cheek, and the half-smile she can’t keep from spreading to her eyes tells me that I’m not the only one down bad. “It’s for you.” I must look confused because there’s that laugh again, and my whole body flushes as the sound washes over me. “For your knees, cari?o.”
She’s given me two pet names in under a minute, and I’m still speechless. I slip the cushion under my knees, only realizing the ache there once it begins to fade.
“How are your joints?” she asks.
“Fine.” It’s low and husky, nearly a growl, but I don’t have time to consider how needy I sound. Relishing the weight of her legs on my shoulders, I pull her closer. “I don’t want to talk about me.”
“Oh really?” She plays coy. Her fingers rifle through my hair–tugging harder here, gently scratching my scalp there. “What do you want to talk about?”
“How good your fucking pussy tastes. How I’m going to make you scream for me, if you stop messing around and let me take care of you like I promised I would.”
She bites her lip. Her heels dig into my back. Rough, slender fingers guide me exactly where I want to be.
Just for that, I’m not going to stop until her legs tremble.